You & me

whirling

 

It’s hard to grasp

our theory

 

heart strings ping

like a young girl’s

 

fingers plucking

pale dawn.

 

This moment is

upon us:

 

ethereal breeze

sends us scent

 

of promise.

 

Complexity binds

our smile

 

a cat’s cradle

of knowledge.

 

I cannot call this

love:

 

more a marriage

of essence,

 

a Sufi delight

full throttle

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